Tick Tock
Date: Friday, 21st April 2017 @ 10:09:45 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: softerware
I had a little metronome;I tried to make it play;
Alas, tick-- tock was all it droned;as side to side it swayed.
Its mother was a clock that chimed.Its father a bassoon;
It couldn’t toot or tell the time! Much less hold a tune!
I tried in vain to drum on it;I puckered up and blew;
I plucked and picked and strummed it;My stethoscope turned blue.
The neighbors had gyrations,as I brandished my baton;
Despite my orchestrations, it wouldnt even gong!
It took 6 months to understand;We can’t be what were not.
It still ticks on to beat the band; My grandkids think its hot!
I count on it each morning, while our breakfast heats;
A perfect soft boiled egg is cooked in 67 beats.
Should fate bring you a metronome
Gift wrap it right away;
In Sheet music, baton enclosed,
The greeting card should say;
Wait til you hear it play!
Ive tucked mine in a closet;
Prepaid to ship airmail;
To neighbors waving from the deck;
The day their cruise ship sails.
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